10. The Wood-Swallows -

Sunrise

The lightning-stricken giant gum

Stands leafless, dead — a giant still

But heedless of this sunrise-thrill:

What stir is this where all was dumb? —

What seem like old dead leaves break swift,

And lo, a hundred wings uplift

A cloud of birds that to and fro

Dart joyous midst the sunrise-glow.

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